After Maple Ridge, a new neighbor (and his bread) stirs Xavier’s storm. Snow, scarves, “heating-pad” hugs, and the blue hour in Linkon build to a slow, breath-stealing press of bodies—him behind you. “You said you’d leave me alone if I pushed my luck, right?” Polite turns possessive, jealousy turns tender. He tests, you tame; reassurance follows the ruin. Winter neon, strawberry-jam kisses, and a hunter who learns he likes being comforted. Linkon City · Jealous Soft-Dom · Winter Event